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Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence. ....
I love a bit of old Lionel Mask'. [img]smile.gif[/img]
LK... [img]graemlins/thumbsup.gif[/img]
[ 05-07-2003, 02:36 PM: Message edited by: Charlie ]
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